Practice begins with a fisherman

"Heck, there are two spirit circles, one for attack and one for defense. Could it be that they want to act as a motionless tortoise? It's a pity that this tortoise's shell is not hard enough for the old dog." The monk who took advantage of the fire seemed quite arrogant.

And it seems that because of Zhao Shoushou's indifference, his expression has changed from the previous happiness to fury, and a pair of terrifying white eyes suddenly opened from his closed eyes.

I saw his hands slapping his chest violently, his face became abnormally flushed, and then he opened his mouth, which occupied the general area of ​​his face, and spewed out a hot, foul-smelling white smoke.

This puff of smoke continuously dances around the spiritual formation as if it has spiritual consciousness, as if it is looking for some weaknesses in the formation.

Chapter 305 The Real Cormorant Shows His Power for the First Time ([-])

When the spirit array came into direct contact with the smoke, there was a sound of alternating water and fire, and the second-tier low-grade skyfire spirit array, which was in charge of the first line of defense, was activated on its own.

Bursts of special flames rose from the periphery of the large formation, especially when the smoke formed white butterflies ready to land in some special positions.

It's a pity that I don't know what kind of material the smoke is made of. Facing the burning fire, there is no damage at all. Instead, it keeps dancing with the fire, as if absorbing the essence.

Zhao Shoushou, who has not been wandering in the open sea for a long time, did not know the special-looking cultivator in front of him, but the famous evil cultivator, with various methods, less than a thousand monks fell into his hands, and many of them were from famous families. The monks sent or the direct descendants of some Jindan monks.

This also caused him to be jointly wanted by several sects in the Inner Sea, and even several Jindan stage monks personally searched for his whereabouts.

But he is like a cunning fox, able to dodge ahead of time every time, and every time the monks of the Jindan stage evacuate, he will crazily revenge and hunt down the monks of this sect.

This kind of unscrupulous behavior has made many sects feel like a thorn in their throats, and it is difficult to swallow. In the end, they can only let it go as time goes by.

Of course, he has no chance to return to the inner sea in his life, and some monks have been working together to secretly investigate the location of his lair.

Many monks firmly believe that there must be many treasures in his old lair. After all, after killing many monks, they will definitely accumulate a large number of precious spoils.

Many times in the past, just relying on this special and unforgettable appearance was enough for many monks to feel lingering fear and uneasiness, thus affecting the display of strength in later battles.

The reason why this self-proclaimed old dog wandered around in front of the spirit array was to pay the same attention. This kind of surrender without fighting is a rare enjoyment for him.

It's a pity that what I met today was a monk who didn't know anything about his prestige. He just wanted to improve his cultivation and hunt sea beasts. All the strategies seemed quite powerless at this moment.

It may also be one of the reasons why the originally calm and joyful old Gou suddenly fell into a rage after realizing this, and even changed his original fighting method, preparing to immediately use the thunderbolt method to break the spirit array and kill the monks in it to vent his heart of hatred.

Especially when No.18 only had a butterfly transformed into white smoke and landed on the spiritual formation, a fierce light appeared in his eyes.

His hands were stretched out to his back, and with a sound of rubbing, a white spine that was still stained with blood was pulled out.

At this time, Lao Gou's originally straight body also bent down, but the crazy expression on his face did not weaken at all.

This is a kind of cult method, and the process of cultivation is also when all the bones in the body are sacrificed. Once it is perfect, the whole body will become a spiritual weapon.

Of course, this is a rather painful process, which requires continuous refining of various spiritual materials into the bones.

Judging from the current situation, this old dog has obviously made a lot of progress, and can safely draw out the spine and use it as an attacking weapon.

"Since you pretend to be dismissive, Lao Gou will pull out your bones one by one today." As soon as the words fell, the flying needle in his hand had already stabbed hard at the position of the first butterfly.

The blood-stained spine in his hand hovered in the air, splitting into seventeen weapons of different sizes and shapes, nailing towards the position of the white butterfly.

This may also be a special method of breaking the formation. The old dog who fell into a rage for no reason obviously wanted to break through the obstruction of the formation with all his might.

How could Zhao Shoushou, who had expected this kind of situation, be caught without a fight?

Only a special sound could be heard from the surroundings, and the red-spotted flying ants that had been hiding near the spirit array quickly formed dark clouds of different sizes.

But these little guys didn't rush to attack the old dog, their first target was the weapon transformed from the spine and the white butterfly responsible for guiding.

Starting from this aspect, the most powerful ability of the red-spotted flying ant can also be brought into play.

"This is the correct way to open it, but what can some low-level spirit insects do to me?" Old Gou despises the red-spotted flying ants.

But when the red-spotted flying ants surrounded the weapon transformed from the spine and gnawed wildly, the expression on the old dog's face changed for the first time.

Although in the process, spirit insects continued to die due to various reasons.

However, this kind of exchange must be a disadvantage for the old dog. Once the spine is severely damaged, it may affect the future cultivation potential.

Now that it was discovered that it was necessary to stop the loss in time, Zhao Shoushou, who was still sitting on the Diaoyutai in the spirit formation, spewed out a jet of black liquid from his ten fingers.

"Some low-level spirit insects can be broken easily, the spine is released, and the spirit formation is broken!" Lao Gou shouted, and eighteen different weapons fired at their respective positions at the same time.

At the same time, the spiritual formation, which was still continuously emitting skyfire and trying to fight back, showed obvious cracks.

Moreover, Lao Gou's methods obviously did not stop there. With the retreat of the eighteen weapons, the array flags that had been laid out were also slowly rising.

This is obviously to come once and for all, but I don't know who made this special way of breaking the formation?

"This fellow Taoist, why bother to make things difficult for Mr. Zhao? It's just that he has some insights here, not to mention Mr. Zhao is also a casual cultivator, why bother to make things difficult for each other?" At this moment, Zhao Shoushou's eyes, which had been confined for several months, finally opened.

The array flag that was protruding upwards from the ground returned to its place after he smoothed it with both hands.

Surrounded by the black liquid, the red-spotted flying ants that had already lost more than half seemed to be ordered to disperse and disappear quickly, hiding in the surrounding grass.

"Of course I don't need a reason to kill someone, so what about casual cultivators?" The reply was concise and powerful.

Since there is no room for maneuver, Zhao Shoushou will naturally not continue to waste his efforts.

What's more, preventing people from becoming enlightened is like killing their parents. For monks, this is also an insoluble hatred.

If it wasn't for Zhao Shoushou's storage bag to have a second-order middle-grade Guyuan elixir to stabilize his cultivation, how could he have the power to fight in such a short period of time?

Judging from his aura, although the opponent is a mid-stage foundation-building cultivator who has been promoted for a long time, he can be called a formidable enemy, but whenever he strokes the spirit beast bag on his waist, he is full of confidence.

It turned out that before the appearance of this old dog who was trying to kill people and seize treasures, the two cormorants who had been in a deep sleep finally woke up with the help of the second-level middle-grade sawtooth spirit grass, and successfully promoted to the second-level low-grade.

The promotion of a spirit beast to the second level is an essential improvement. In addition to the increase in mana, it will also comprehend a powerful bloodline spirit technique.

Zhao Shoushou and two new second-rank low-grade cormorants are more than enough to deal with a deformed monk. There is no need to worry about it.

Chapter 306

Zhao Shoushou did not hesitate to kill the three monsters at the cost of serious injuries in order to get this sawgrass and several spirit peaches in the secret place of the mountains that would help the spirit beasts break through the bottleneck.

At this time, after several years of careful cultivation, it was finally time to bear fruit. The two cormorants broke through the bottleneck and promoted to the second-rank low-grade spirit beast. s help.

Isn't this battle with three enemies and one is the best opportunity to test one's own strength?It is really appropriate to use the great head of this man with ulterior motives to water the name of Daoist Cormorant.

Even though the opponent is a monk whose strength cannot be underestimated and who has been immersed in the middle stage of foundation establishment for an unknown number of years, Zhao Shoushou still has absolute confidence in his heart at this moment.

"It turns out that you are stabilizing your cultivation realm, so what if you can make a move? A newly promoted foundation-building fourth-tier monk can only fall in front of Lao Gou." Looking at Zhao Shoushou who stood up in the spiritual formation, Lao Gou's His face was as calm as ever.

Obviously he doesn't care about a new foundation-building fourth-floor monk, but it's just a little more troublesome than before.

"Since fellow daoists are pressing you hard, Mr. Zhao can only make a move." Before he finished speaking, he waved his hands, and then a flash of spiritual light flashed, and bursts of flames suddenly appeared on the surface of the second-level low-grade sky fire spirit array .

The power of the same spiritual array is obviously different whether there is a monk in charge of hosting it. These raging spiritual fires can easily drive away the butterflies that have been hovering on it.

These mutated butterflies can absorb part of the flames to strengthen themselves to a certain extent, but when the intensity of the flames exceeds the tolerance range, they can only choose to leave or return to the white smoke under the action of the flames.

When facing a strong enemy in every battle, Zhao Shoushou always firmly believes that the first strike is the best. After the explosion of the Heavenly Fire Spirit Formation, several spiritual weapons will naturally move accordingly.

The fierce attack of the Thundering Hammer, the ubiquitous surprise attack of the Sourwood Bow, the defense and poison of the Phoenix Crown Net, and the mysterious assassination of the Dividing Fork.

For a while, the deformed monk Lao Gou, who was obviously not fully prepared, retreated steadily and firmly gained the upper hand. Of course, it was far from enough to win.

And this kind of sudden attack is just a convenience to occupy time. As time goes by and the old dog reacts, the situation on the battlefield will eventually develop according to their respective strengths.

"If you don't break now, when will you break?" It took about a cup of tea. After a fierce confrontation, the hunched old dog yelled loudly, and the second-level low-grade sky fire spirit array that had already stabilized violently. shaking.

Before Zhao Shoushou took some measures, a crack had already appeared on the ground, and it was approaching his position at an extremely fast speed.

There were bursts of white smoke gushing out from inside, and there was always an inexplicable vigilance that seemed to tell him that an inexplicable danger was approaching inside.

Therefore, Zhao Shoushou could only watch helplessly as the spirit array was easily damaged, and the Thundering Hammer hovered in the air with a huge force and accurately landed on the approaching crack in the ground, trying to interrupt it halfway.

It's a pity that this kind of effort is obviously fruitless, the broken crack is just a turn and continues to come to his position.

Of course, the second-tier middle-grade solid mountain formation had already stood up at this time, and under Zhao Shoushou's mana output at all costs, three indestructible stone walls had already risen.

"Hehehe, some small tricks are nothing to worry about. It is the most correct choice to obediently stick out your neck and suffer death in front of the old dog." He only heard the old dog yell, and the originally hunched body bounced off the ground, like It came through the air like an off-string arrow.

Moreover, this old dog's attack method is completely different from other monks. When he is about to approach, more than ten white sharp bones suddenly sprang out from the head, chest and other positions.

In normal battles, most monks manipulate various spirit weapons, talismans, and spells to attack from a distance. This old dog is completely transformed into a spirit weapon, using his own refined bones as weapons to carry out the most ferocious attacks.

This was really out of Zhao Shoushou's expectation, and it made him feel a sense of restraint when dealing with it, and the battle scene changed instantly.

The opportunity that was originally obtained by taking the first shot has disappeared in the blink of an eye, and judging from the performance in the battle, there is no ability and requirement to turn the battle situation again in a short period of time.

Zhao Shoushou may even be completely defeated under the frequent blows of the deformed monk Lao Gou. This situation has nothing to do with other things, it is purely a contest and gap between strengths.

Of course, this is because he has not really resorted to multiple killers. In fact, this kind of training is also an effective training for the newly promoted mid-stage foundation establishment monks to control their own strength.

This is also the main reason why Zhao Shoushou persisted knowingly that his opponent was still under the enemy's attack. The killer will only be used at the last moment as a means of counterattack.

"It's really not easy for the newly promoted fourth floor to build a foundation for a quarter of an hour. It's really brave to use an old dog as a sharpening stone." Gou turned his anger into a smile.

"It doesn't matter whether you are an old dog or an old cat, if you want to hunt someone Zhao, you must have the awareness of being killed." Before Zhao Shoushou finished speaking, four heavenly fire talismans were sacrificed, and four fire dragons circled out, melting the spine. It seems that it wants to incinerate it through the scorching heat.

At the same time, he carefully took out a fake talisman and stuck it in the palm of his hand. Once there were some unexpected changes in the battle, he immediately sacrificed it to save his life.

Facing Zhao Shoushou's continuous and orderly counterattacks, Lao Gou was instantly enraged. In addition to spewing out a large amount of venom again from his ten fingers, ten nails also came out of his body, turning into streamers of light towards his body. go.

However, these sharp nails did not directly pierce his vitals. Instead, the transformed spiritual light kept wandering around his body, and black light would spray out from the nails every once in a while, gradually forming a black chrysalis like a cicada chrysalis. The aperture surrounds it.

If the entanglement continues until the cicada chrysalis takes shape, this battle will be completely over, and Zhao Shoushou's fate will also come to an end.

"You two tired little fellows, why don't you wait for your master to be poisoned?" Seeing the crisis, Zhao Shoushou naturally didn't dare to neglect.

Before the words of "quack quack quack" were finished, the two new low-grade cormorants of the second rank had already fanned their short wings from the north and south directions at the first time, and attacked the old dog at different positions at a brand new speed.

The biggest change of the two cormorants after being promoted to the second rank is that their body size has more than doubled compared to before, and their originally sharp beaks have become sharper and more shiny.

Chapter 307

The most obvious difference between the two cormorants is still the big one and the small one. The body of the cormorant is more fat like a piece of moving fat, and the second cormorant is slightly slimmer, but the difference is not too big, and only those who are very familiar with them Only Zhao Shoushou could tell.

Seeing the owner surrounded by unknown things, the originally smooth fur on the big fat neck exploded in an instant, and more than a dozen of them came out of the body and turned into spikes. Confrontation.

Fatty jumped out from the other side and spewed out a hurricane, which carried a large number of ice crystals. The hurricane swept away the black mist and disappeared. The ice crystals surrounded the old dog who was caught off guard, wearing away like a blunt knife cutting flesh.

The combat effectiveness of the two cormorants after being promoted to the second-rank low-rank can be seen to be mediocre. Fang Yi has saved the battle situation in the first time when he came out, and rescued the master who was in crisis by the way.

If fighting alone among the same level, the cultivator relying on the power of the spirit weapon is better than the spirit beast, but the difference is almost the same. At this critical moment of the battle, the influence of the two cormorants is beyond doubt.

"To take advantage of others' danger, someone from Zhao will use your head as today's blood sacrifice." Hearing Zhao Shoushou's loud shout, the spirit weapon that was originally restrained shot out immediately.

The Thunder Hammer, who has always been the vanguard for thousands of years, is naturally unwilling to be left behind. With the support of sufficient mana, his size has increased several times and there is a shadow. To the old man who has always been calm Gou down.

After this fierce battle, he also had some understanding of some methods of the opponent. This deformed monk was better than his refined bones and quick movement reaction ability.

On the contrary, he lacks frontal attack and defense capabilities. When he faces the pure attack output of the Sky Hammer, it can cause even more trouble.

However, subject to the restriction of the natural rank of the Thunder Hammer, the troubles that it can cause to Lao Gou, a veteran mid-stage foundation-building monk, are quite inconspicuous, and at most it is just a small obstacle.

"No wonder it's aggressive, it turns out that there are two little guys hiding on the side waiting for an opportunity to attack, the dragon and the snake are dancing." Old Gou smiled coldly, and suddenly cut two huge wounds from his abdomen, and even the squirming of internal organs can be seen.

I saw him pulling inexplicably from the wound, and five lifelike blood snakes with blood condensed circled out, raised their flat heads, and his blood-red thin tongue hissed at the sky.

The five blood snakes were not too huge, but they put a lot of pressure on Zhao Shoushou. These blood snakes flashed through the air and reappeared in an arrangement of three from the left and two from the right, respectively surrounding the two cormorants .

According to the normal situation, with the price the old dog paid, the blood snakes should be quite strong, but it is a pity that they chose the wrong opponent at the wrong time.

Before the two cormorants embarked on the road of practice, they relied on catching various spirit fish in the cormorant lake for a living. Relying on their strong personalities, they also devoured a lot of snakes, big and small, to feed themselves. Before being promoted to the second level, he also devoured love to hunt and kill all kinds of first-level mid-to-high-grade snake monsters.

Although the blood snake is somewhat different from the snake-like monsters we encountered before, in the eyes of the two cormorants, they are all the same species and there is not much difference.

Not only did they not have the slightest bit of fear in the face of Lao Gou's under-the-box skills that he had paid a lot of money to display, but each of them looked eager to try.

Among them, the slightly smaller cormorant chubby made a 360-degree turn in the air, and his long and sharp beak moved sideways to the left at the very moment, and happened to land seven inches from the blood snake.

The cormorant chubby's body didn't even move much, and the second blood snake's claws had been torn back into blood, and the third blood snake naturally couldn't make waves.

Although the big fat one on the other side was a little clumsy, the two blood snakes also fell under his beak with the same fate. This unexpected change made Lao Gou a little dumbfounded.

I really don't understand why the Blood Snake, which relied on speed and poisonousness to be invincible, disappeared so easily here?

Of course, almost as an extension of the body, the disappearance of the blood snake also has a certain backlash for the monks with both physical and mental deformities.

A trace of strange blood red appeared on the originally pale face, and even had no time to dodge due to the same reason, so he could only bear the blow of the hammer alive.

Even though he suppressed with all his strength and suffered two consecutive attacks, he still caused a lot of injuries, which can be clearly understood from his gradually serious expression.

"Almost capsized in the gutter, but he is a vicious character. It seems that it will be impossible if he doesn't use his real trump card today. It's a pity that all his delicious flesh and blood will be wasted," Old Gou muttered.

From his waist, he took out a black gourd with upper and lower double mouths carved with complicated patterns, stroked it as if stroking his dearest lover, and finally opened the gourd's Segel.

"Huhu" gusts of strange wind rose out of nowhere, and a figure covered with fish scales appeared in the black wind. At low temperature, the speed has some obvious drops.

This change did not stop because of this, the black figure covered with fish scales in the black wind, after waking up, showed a wicked smile, and went straight into the old dog's chest.